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The people you were

Posted by 2788 days ago
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What if you could gather all the people you were in a room for a reunion?

You as a baby.  You the toddler.  You the seven-year-old in hideous 70’s plaid pants.  The one who had a Dorothy Hamil haircut that made you look like a boy.  You as a 13-year-old girl picking out an outfit for “Beach Day” at your private Catholic girls’ school.  You the high school senior on top of the world, the one who has her first real boyfriend, acceptances at almost every college she applied to, near-perfect grades, and a close-knit group of supportive friends.  You the college student making a series of life-altering non-decisions.

You the girl/woman freshly arrived in Los Angeles, seeking fame and fortune.  The homesick young woman flying back to Connecticut for every wedding and family party, racking up credit card debt, even as you were digging deeper roots a country away.  You the bride, barking orders right before you hyperventilated your way down the long aisle.  You the honeymooner, the party planner, the TV producer, the swollen, pregnant home-bound home-remodeler.  You, the first-time mother, crying in the middle of the night with happiness or fatigue or frustration or all of the above.  You, the mother of two.

You as you are right now.

What if you could have a party with all of those people?  Would it be a cocktail party at an elegant restaurant or a rollicking hootenanny?  Would it be inside or outside?  A dinner party?  A playdate?  Which you would hold the baby you?  Which you would chase the toddler you, or entertain the 7-year-old you, or ask the 13-year-old you if she is enjoying school, or bore the 17-year-old you with endless questions about where she is going to college?

And how many you’s would actually show up?  How different have you been in your life?  Is the number infinite?  Is the now you different from the you you were this morning, or last week?  When something huge happened, was there one you from before, and another you after?

The me I am now thinks this would be one bitchin’ party.

from my last birthday party before I became a mother

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Seriously. I love this post. I’m one of the those women who has gone through a variety of … well, growth.

I know the me now would hold the baby me. Because we’re done having children? Because I know the pain that lies ahead? Not sure. Just know that’s how it would be.

As for everyone showing up? One thing I’ve always been is loyal. So yes, all the me-s would make their appearance.

Although, the location would have to be some place quiet, relaxing and far from the public. Because truly, the 18 y/o me needed a healthy kick in the ~ eh-hum, you get the picture.

I would also look the new-mother-me square in the eyes and promise that it will be ok. In the big scheme of things. It will be ok.

I wonder what the grey haired wise me would offer up in this scenario? Confirm my suspicions that my girlfriends will be the ones with me to old age? That my husband’s cooking was worth the extra poundage? That choosing not to disown the teenager was the right thing to do?

Not sure, but love that you posted this Kim. Thank you for the shifted perspective today!

xoxo

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if all of the “me”s showed up there would be a therapist for every two.

xo

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I’ve been thinking about this post since you wrote it. To me, I’ve always been the same Desiree. Only changing in appearance just like in the movie “nanny mcphee”. When she first arrives she’s ugly and slowly, as the children start to behave, the warts fall off and she’s this beautiful woman (emma thompson). To me, I’m changing-into the person I’m meant to be. We’re all losing the ugly to become the person we’re meant to be. Does that make sense?

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    I love this idea.Especially as I near 40.I like the image of shedding my layers to reveal a beautiful person underneath.

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Such an interesting idea. One thing I’m sure of, I’d find my teenage me fairly irritating, my young mom me in need of a week off. The older we get, the more we are ourselves – and that’s probably what we’d learn from all those versions of us.

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Love the concept. I wish I could meet with the young mom me. That lady really needed some attitude adjustment therapy. We really would have needed a face-to-face. A letter just would not have done the trick.

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Great post. I’m stuck trying to figure out where the party of me in my various life stages would be. Fodder for future blog posts. Thanks.

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What a great spin on this!And, a fun exercise to imagine the person we were at each of those moments.

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Kim, I think this is a fascinating question and takes the bloghop to the next level. For I don’t think that it is just our older selves that have something to tell our younger selves, but that all the selves that we’ve ever been, or ever will be, have much to say to all the other selves that ever were or are.

It is interested to wonder who would show up, and what would they all have to say to the others gathered in room? Would the self that knew everything feel the need to enlighten all the other selves? Or would she realize that she was a pompous ass who really knows nothing at all? And what would the selves of me that are yet to be say to me now? I’ve been pondering this since the bloghop happened. It’s an important question, I think.

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Fun post! I know the party with all of my selves would be really noisy but it would be fun. A few of the selves would need a good talking to though.

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For me, it’s not multiple “me’s”, just the one who sees through the same eyes, etc. as she always did.
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